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The screen was bisected not by a line, but by a chasm.

“He’s pushing the cargo container,” Sam said, his voice tinny through the headset, though they were sitting two feet apart. Neither looked at the other. They hadn't looked at each other directly in three years. “Flak jacket. Go for the legs.” call of duty black ops 2 split screen pc

Leo didn’t answer. He just moved his mouse, the ancient Logitech G402 that Sam had given him for his fifteenth birthday. The plastic was worn smooth where his thumb rested. On screen, his character, a scrappy Mil-Sim operator, dashed across the street. Bullets cracked the air. He slid, aimed, and put three rounds into the enemy’s knees. The body crumpled. The screen was bisected not by a line, but by a chasm

“There’s always a flight, Leo.” Sam’s voice didn’t rise. It never did anymore. It just… flattened. “There was a flight for Dad’s stroke. There was a flight for your ‘business trip.’ There was no flight for her.” They hadn't looked at each other directly in three years

An enemy appeared on the stairs. Leo threw a shock charge. Sam, from the bridge, fired a single round through the gap in the railing. The enemy dropped. No words. No “nice shot.” Just the kill feed.

“You didn’t ask.” Sam closed the PDF. The game returned. The split-screen divider snapped back into place, harsh and final. “One more round. Then I’m gone.”